In early 2015, I found myself facing excruciating back pain. It had reached a point where I couldn't even bend over due to the intense discomfort in my lower back. Simple tasks like tying my shoes or sitting down became challenging without additional support. I had to rely on my elbow and arm strength to turn over in bed, and even bending down to wash my face or brush my teeth became arduous. It was a miserable period, and it felt like my life was taking a wrong turn. I was frustrated because I had spent the past few years healing my emotional wounds, feeling stronger, and equipping myself with tools to handle life's challenges.
As much progress as I had made in my emotional healing journey, I had to confront the reality that I still lived in a world where devastating events occurred, some of which I witnessed, and others that directly affected me. However, I had been empowered with these healing tools to navigate these hardships and emotions.
But now, my physical body demanded attention. I was perplexed by what was happening to me. I tried various methods to alleviate the pain, but it had reached a point where I could no longer take walks, practice yoga, or even lie flat on a massage or chiropractic table. Whenever I attempted to lie down, I couldn't get back up. I had hit a wall and was in a desperate place, dealing with unbearable pain and physical suffering.
I remember having a conversation with God, filled with frustration and desperation: "I know you want me to heal and help people, but is it going to be from a wheelchair because I cannot walk? I'm willing to continue leading my classes, even if it's my purpose, but not like this."
My anger grew as nothing seemed to work, and to make matters worse, my menstrual cycle became painful. Every day became a challenge, and month after month, my abdomen expanded with no relief in sight.
Out of fear, I decided to undergo a wellness check with my gynecologist, suspecting something might be wrong in that area. Though I knew I would leave the appointment frustrated, given my previous negative experiences with the medical community, I had to address why I had been suffering from this pain and cramping monthly for 20 years. I had tried using birth control once to alleviate the issue, but it led to another problem – blood clots in my legs and lungs, rendering it an unsuitable solution.
My initial appointment with the gynecologist covered my history and the excruciating pain I was enduring. My pain had evolved from being solely in my lower back to a deep-seated discomfort inside me. I was constantly swollen and uncomfortable. The doctor insisted on an ultrasound to investigate if anything could be found.
When I returned for the results, I received a diagnosis of adenomyosis, a condition in which the uterus retains menstrual fluid. Some of this fluid doesn't exit the body, leading to inflammation as it is reabsorbed into the uterine wall. Her explanation made sense because I felt like I had a 20lb baby inside me, and I constantly looked and felt pregnant. Her recommended solution was a hysterectomy, which left me frustrated, disappointed, angry, and irritated.
"So, the only solution is to cut me open?" I exclaimed in disbelief.
This was an incredibly difficult decision to accept, and I had to work through a whirlwind of emotions. Although I hadn't been planning to have children anytime soon, did I want that choice taken away from me? Did I want to remove a part of myself?
I knew I needed to find an alternative solution. That's when I heard a voice telling me to get a colonic. A friend had been suggesting colonics for months, and every time he mentioned it, I became increasingly frustrated. I couldn't wait to tell him about my real medical issue. However, I had to put my ego aside and consider that he might be right – perhaps I needed to try this unconventional approach.
Colonics? Who would willingly opt for such a procedure? Who would want to experience it? Certainly not me. But I had reached a point of desperation with no other options in sight. I couldn't comprehend how it would help since I wasn't constipated; I had regular bowel movements every day.
After my first colonic session, I realized that it wasn't as daunting as I had imagined. What had I been so afraid of? Maybe it was because I had heard my massage teacher mention it in 1997, and I had been resistant. Nonetheless, I was grateful I had tried it. The insertion tube was non-invasive, about the size of a straw, addressing one of my initial concerns.
I decided to commit to nine sessions after the therapist explained that we have five feet of large intestine, and it wouldn't be fully cleansed in just a few sessions. She also emphasized that everything starts in the colon.
After six sessions, my pain persisted, and I felt frustrated, tears streaming down my face, and disappointment setting in. I felt like I had wasted my time and money yet again. Over the years, I had spent thousands trying various healing modalities and consulting with specialists in an attempt to fix my issues.
I shared my frustration with the therapist, and she encouraged me to persevere: "Keep going, everything starts in the colon."
I returned for my seventh colonic session the next day and experienced a significant release. Unusual grey-looking stones emerged, and it didn't feel like anything recent, but the relief was palpable.
Later that day, as I stretched on the floor, I realized that I could get up easily. It hit me – I no longer needed support to get up, and I could bend over effortlessly.
Had colon hydrotherapy healed me? Could this colonic treatment truly have worked? It seemed impossible. I had no issues with mobility, and my back pain had subsided. A month later, I experienced no discomfort during my menstrual cycle, my constant abdominal swelling disappeared, and I no longer felt internally bloated. It was a revelation – I didn't need a hysterectomy after all!
Moved by my experience, I felt compelled to share it with the world. I began marketing and branding for the company where I received my colonics. I believed that everyone should try colon hydrotherapy, whether or not they had issues. I hadn't realized how much waste could get stuck, blocked, or impacted within the colon and its pockets. It was essential for people to give themselves a fresh start in their colon.
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After working with this company for seven months and witnessing clients' transformations as they became healthier and happier, I felt a need to delve deeper into this field.
My future plans included opening a healing center, and I knew that colon hydrotherapy had to be part of it. So, I attended the LIBBE school, the device manufacturing company, in San Antonio. I wanted to learn directly from the source and gather information firsthand.
During my studies, I realized my passion ran deeper. I saw how I could incorporate colon hydrotherapy into my personal healing practice. I had already been assisting people in emotional and spiritual healing. My teachings revolved around helping individuals reconnect with their bodies, release emotions, and equip themselves with tools to respond to life's challenges without internalizing them.
This newfound passion led me to secure an office where I could conduct classes, provide
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Oh, and the reason I chose my business name Clean Colonic, Is because I will make sure it will be a CLEAN experience. Straight to the point. No Mess, NO fuss. Just Clean Colonic!!!!!
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